My lopsided mimosa tree is like me. Should I worry?

My lopsided mimosa tree is like me. Should I worry?

When our daughter was growing up, Jim and I loved to take her camping with friends along the Lost Coast. Our favorite campsite was on the Mattole River, and it was shaded by pine and mimosa trees. The mimosas were small when we first camped there, and we enjoyed how...
When —   A poem to begin 2017

When — A poem to begin 2017

  when — follow silk clouds that blend overhead train whistle greetings come and gone crunch of gravel beneath sneakers torn catch cones of pine that spiral away singular wind scents in river of time silent, ticking, no matter claim shaggy dogs that spar at the...

Looking through the blinds

looking through the blinds by Laura McHale Holland lower branches shorn the redwood stands beside brick, steel, glass high above the building the tree is whole made to last it will outlive our desks, computers smartphones, copiers, deadlines we are but blips looking...

She doesn’t know them

Here’s the next installment. It’s difficult to create connected segments, each of which stands alone. Perhaps in the editing process I can achieve this. It’s something to shoot for–just because. She Doesn’t Know Them By Laura McHale...

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